Atlas of things before, flip book / artist book. An experiment in storytelling through juxtaposition and serendipity.
Still hot 👊🏽just handed in 2 copies (enjoy the complimentary carpet pattern and my sexy, sexy socks-in-bensimons look)
Reason n. 24566346788 #edithdekyndt is the best: Slow object 008 in the #biennaledivenezia2017 (those are thousands of true silver leaves painstakingly placed on huge curtains). Yay for all of you posting pics so that the rest of us can enjoy it, too 🙌.
Repost from @carlfreedmangallery
Cones that turn into venus-esque shells that turn into unicorn belly buttons.
Superficial data of eternal searches.
I'm ever so slowly starting to tie loose ends. Internship report handed in. First draft of article, done. The Atlas of things before, available to be viewed online, on my site 😊 whoop whoop 🙌
📌Housekeeping notice! 📌Tinymighty.me is now mgilulldemolins.com - and maria at tinymighty.me is now maria at mgilulldemolins.com (this is not meant to be the result of a profound personal search for my true digital identity, but rather an attempt to avoid further system drama). Cheers! 💻🖥📨🥂
#repost of @manuel.m.gil 's pic: this is Urophilia by my one and only mfa classmate, @rociodelcielito (aka #rociosimondegui ). The substance above the bed, my friends, is urine. Not only hers, but her brother's and uncle's, too. Family vintage. Working with someone this bananas is such a liberating experience. Thanks Rocío for doing something so crazy, so well. And thanks to everyone from @pxlmad who came by yesterday!
Hard Sutra (emptiness explained to my computer).
This man who is my man, who once was my boy, too. 13 years of togetherness. To infinity and beyond, sir. (Pic credits go to either @provincetown or @eduardocassina , I think)
The jawbreakers so far. Digging the voided one.
Jawbreaker pendulum (some art test before diving into #artbrussels ).
If you happen to be in #Hasselt on the 27th (next Thu), my colleague #RocioSimondegui and me have a pop-up art show. One night only, in an ex-swimming pool in an ex-gym. I will be showing stuff you've seen, but Rocío has gone bananas and is making an installation with pee. I am as curious as you are to see it!
This is not about the sugar wall, but about @manuel.m.gil . He has taken this pic, unasked. He also has been forcing me out of the house during this week (#artbrussels week and deadline-is-nigh week). And he knows how to talk to artists and gallerists casually, and integrate me in the conversation. You know when somebody is your rock? He is pretty much my whole ecosystem. I'm so damn lucky ❤ ps: back to the wall, should it get higher? What do you think?
Some weeks ago I had a great conversation with @velazquezintransition about instagram and art. We were debating what happens with non-instagram-friendly work. Stuff that is not pretty, or not chirpy, or not quick. How do you communicate with depth and space when the format is the contrary? Is it good enough to just post for one's own sake, when that is not the point of a social network? (Here is a printed prototype of my Atlas of Things before. I am too short to handle my work).
Remember when I told you about reading sutras to my computer? This is part of it. "Six cents objects"; "body starburst". I couldn't make this up. Happy weekend folks (and don't forget to talk to someone other than your laptops).
Little wall is not so little
The tiny great wall of sugar has begun. When I was a kid, in some games you could be "made of sugar". Being "made of sugar" meant you could not be removed from a game, ultimate rules wouldn't apply to you. You could be caught and yet keep playing, for example. I don't know why this was ever an option (@manuel.m.gil tells me they had a similar take with another name, being a "little white horse"). So here is a wall of sugar in times of walls, and not much sugar.